"Oh, I see where this is going," she says, lifting herself up again and backing off to settle on his thighs. With an impish expression, she licks her first two fingers in a deliberate motion for him to watch and opens her thighs, bending over a little bit so she can rub at herself slow to start with.

"All right, but can you handle a show without begging me to get on with it already?" Irhya says with a grin and a huff of breath, a reminder of the aphrodisiac still affecting him. "I have doubts that your self-control is that iron-clad."